An eerie laugh emanated from beneath the bird beak mask, and Yang Yu didn't immediately state his demands, instead he asked,
"Do you know why I suggested from the start that Red Blood Rose come here and collaborate with you?"
The sinister laughter, paired with Yang Yu's slowly articulated question, struck like a sharp dagger, piercing through Qing Cong's chest and leaving him momentarily at a loss for words, sinking into deep thought.
Through the mask, Yang Yu watched all this unfold, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.
The young man's expression signaled that he was gradually falling into Yang Yu's rhythm.
To practice this chilling laugh, Yang Yu had put in quite some effort.
He had intended to ask Bai Jin for advice on how to produce a bizarre laugh but found that lately Bai Jin seldom emitted such laughter.
Up till now, Bai Jin had been working hard to overcome her awkward personality; at this point, Yang Yu didn't want to dismiss her efforts.
